*Editor’s note: It’s been a decent while since our last EXPLOITATION ALLEY article, and for the return of the column, I thought it would be cool to have a guest write one up. So, I reached out to my friend Natalie, who is one of the biggest exploitation/genre fans I know, and asked her to write one up on a film that is one of the most insanely weird movies ever..the 1968 biker chick film, SHE-DEVILS ON WHEELS. Enjoy!
Every once in a while, a movie comes along and crosses your path to do nothing more than change your life, make you want to be a better person, or change your perspective on the world around you. This is probably not that movie. Nope. Not even close. However, it could possibly be a movie that will make you laugh, and laugh, and have you asking yourself “Did that just happen?” Oh yeah, it’s one of “those.” So let’s take it back to the late 1960s, a simple time when polyester and camel toes were a plenty, and women were free to kick ass, ride motorcycles, and then kick some more ass…it’s SHE-DEVILS ON WHEELS time!
This gem was released in 1968, and directed by the one and only Herschell Gordon Lewis. Although, it really isn’t a typical gore-fest that a fan of HGL’s films would expect, what it lacks in gore, it makes up in awesome. With the exception of a couple of actresses, the gang was actually played by real female biker gang members. That’s pretty bad ass if you ask me.
The film starts out with an extended motorcycle ride scene with Karen (Christie Wagner), and another member of the man-eaters, Terry. (Ruby Tuesday) The girls meet up with Queen, (Betty Connell) to pay their monthly dues. Things seem great, till Queen and Terry start questioning Karen’s loyalty to the gang. Karen reassures them that she will race that night. Of course, whoever comes in first place at the race gets first pick of the line of men, also called the “studs” or “bucking broncos”, so who wouldn’t want to join in on that? After the race, the gang meets up at the clubhouse, and a group of young guys awaits them in the living room. Karen picks her man, and all the ladies follow. The living room becomes the set for a rated PG orgy, complete with piggy back rides, rolling on the ground laughing, and some fully clothed kissing. It’s pretty great.
The next morning, the man-eaters have a meeting without Karen. They all notice she picks the same man every line-up they have, and have feared that she has broken their number one rule: to not fall in love or have feelings for a man. In order for her to prove that she doesn’t have feelings for the guy, she is forced to drag him around on her motorcycle. The Man-eaters are vicious, and they represent their motto well, “Sex, blood, guts, and all men are mothers.”
Things get pretty serious when a rival gang of guys with creepy mustaches, and muscle cars cross their paths. This leads to an epic fight scene and every man in the gang getting their asses handed to them by the girls. The men, decided to kidnap and brutally beat the sweet little Honey-Pot. (Nancy Lee Noble) The girls get their revenge. Oh yes, they get their revenge in the classic HGL way.
I like to keep my film collection in two categories: Let’s throw this on to have fun and laugh, or let’s throw this on when people are over and I want them to leave. This one is definitely let’s throw this on to have fun and laugh. If you’re a fan of the exploitation genre, this one is a must. It has everything from poetry reciting gang-members, to groovy music, and fearless women who kick ass. Who knows, it just might change your life. Or at least make you laugh.